"Do you think
he vill hold that jam?"
Newmark shrugged his shoulders swiftly.
"I got lots of logs in that jam. If that jam goes out I vill lose a
heap of money."
"Well, you'll make quite a heap on this deal," said Newmark
carelessly.
"Suppose he holds it," said Heinzman, pausing. "I hate like the
mischief to joomp on him."
"Rot!" said Newmark decisively. "That's what he's there for." He
looked at the German sharply. "I suppose you know just how deep
you're in this?"
"Oh, I ain't backing oudt," negatived Heinzman. "Not a bit."
"Well, then, you know what to do," said Newmark, terminating the
interview.
XLIII
Little by little the water went down. The pressure, already
considerably relieved by the channel into Stearn's Bayou, slackened
every hour. Orde, still half dazed with his long-delayed sleep,
drove back along the marsh road to town.
His faculties were still in the torpor that follows rest after
exhaustion. The warm July sun, the breeze from the Lake, the flash
of light from the roadside water, these were all he had room for
among his perceptions. He was content to enjoy them, and to
anticipate drowsily the keen pleasure of seeing Carroll again. In
the rush of the jam he had heard nothing from her.
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